4 Why's: I Love My Man's Body Hair

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A humid summer rainstorm was passing through, and there was a lull.
We had just finished our hike, and after stopping to enjoy an ice cream at a busy local ice cream stand, were now in my Mazda, parked under a grove of maple and oak trees to enjoy a bit more time together before we each left to go home. He pushed the driver's side door open to let a much-welcomed breeze in and stripped the sweat covered blue microfiber hooded sunshirt he wore off, tugged the button to take his seat all the way back, sighed a contented sigh, closed his eyes and stretched his long tanned and toned arms over his head behind him to rest on the headrest. 
His bare torso looked so good that I couldn't resist running my fingers through his white chest hair and down to the darkened strip of softer brown-red hair that landed just above his belly button, circling the sensitive skin a few times before going back up. Continuing my oval-shaped pattern over the front of him, I whispered in admiration just loud enough for him to hear, 'I really love your body hair,' and watched his face and body relax more with each pass of my hand. 
As my hand absently wandered, I also closed my eyes to appreciate and as I let my mind drift, many reasons came to me of why I love my man's body hair. 
Here are four of those why's:
1. My man is way more snuggle-worthy than a man with a smooth landscape. I love slipping in next to him to spoon or lay on his chest, (at any time) and especially after sex; he's soft, downy, very cuddly and super cozy warm. I love how he feels wrapped around me with his hairy manliness - to say it feels good is a huge understatement.   
2. My man's body hair is very therapeutic and comes in handy for playful foreplay. 
 3. My man looks sexy when we're out together. He knows how to dress so that a bit of his chest hair peeks out from the top of his t-shirts and when I see other women check him out in admiration, I'm proud to be with him - he's mine and he's HOT.  
4. My man is an excellent lover because(at least I believe) he 100% fully accepts himself and his full-suit of body hair as-is. He knows who he is and what his wants, likes, and needs are. His easy and non-threatening sense of style, self-confidence, sense of humor, and wit in the bedroom makes it easy for me to let my guard down to be myself and as a result, we can openly talk and be playful about anything intimate, sexual or otherwise minus any judgements.  

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